Instead of keeping an eye on my 2-year-old son* at the playground, I watched a jumping spider walk on and jump between a pair of abandoned sandals. It was as though the spider was testing the springiness of insoles as potential launchpads for catching flies. I tried to take his picture, but the spider was shy and launched himself into the grass.
Jumping spiders are in the family Salticidae (sal-tis-uh-day), which sounds like a rejected day of the week. The name refers to the spider’s leaping skills. The movements of animals that jump are described as saltatorial (animals that dig – like moles – are fossorial). The word ‘saltate’ come from the Latin, saltus, which means to leap or dance. Do you saltate up and down with joy when you find one more M&M in the bag when thought they were all gone? I do, too. The saltatorial grasshopper, frog, kangaroo and jumping spider all jump and dance in the grass, the pond, the Australian outback, and on the playground sandal.
What happened to the woman who was in the sandals? Maybe a spider sat down beside her and she jumped clean out of them. And given that many of us saltate when we see a spider – regardless if it jumps or not – there may be a spider writing a blog somewhere about the ‘jumping human’ and its saltations.
*My son is fairly careful and let’s off an alarm that brings judging parents from miles around when he’s anywhere close to danger. He also still requires a hand to hold when he saltates (no M&M’s required).
You hang up the phone. Yes. You’ve got a date. You wash your face with your favorite facial scrub and brush your teeth until they’re minty fresh. You are ready to wow your date. And while you sitting there in the movie theater excitedly thinking, “Did her pinky just touch mine!?” thousands of small plastic spheres are making their way from your sink to the sewage treatment plant and then on to the ocean where they may end up in the gut of small fish, possibly killing the fish. A fish that will never have fish dates.
Okay. That sounds a little dramatic and quite frankly ridiculous. The ridiculous part is the scenario above is possible. Everyday tons of plastic in the form of ‘microbeads’ go down our drains and is eventually dumped into our oceans (treated wastewater is routinely emptied into the waterways; microplastics sneak through). These microbeads are in products commonly found in your bathroom from toothpaste (wait, we’re brushing our teeth with plastic!!!) to facial scrubs (wait, we’re scrubbing out face with plastic!!!) to cosmetics to deodorants (wait, why?) to lotions. To think that brushing our teeth could be killing ocean wildlife seems unbelievable. What’s unbelievable is that despite all of our efforts to stop plastic pollution, we are using tiny plastic beads as abrasives in our products and then sending them down the drain and then into our waters.
If you don’t want to read the articles (but you really should!), here is the summary.
-There are microplastics in products you use.
-Those products are washed down the drain and then end up in the environment.
-Those microplastics can kill wildlife.
-To protect wildlife stop using these products.
How do you know which products have microplastics in them? Look for polyethylene as an ingredient – it’s the most common form of microbead plastic (there are others and you can find a list here).
Who knew you could save a whale or turtle or fish by not brushing your teeth? Well, at least not brushing your teeth with plastics.
So go ahead and support Ban the Bead movement and stop using products with microbeads and stop worrying if your dating life is killing the planet. Then you can focus on what’s important. Like wondering if she’ll notice if that you didn’t actually wash your shirt but sprayed it with body spray.